The works of Walter Savage Landor [ed. by J. Forster].Edward Moxon, 44, Dover Street., 1846 - 675 Seiten |
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Seite 60 - In utter darkness, and their portion set As far removed from God and light of Heaven, As from the centre thrice to the utmost pole.
Seite 61 - Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views, their order due, * Their visages and stature as of gods ; Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardening in his strength Glories...
Seite 136 - Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets : I am not come to destroy, but to fulfill. For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled.
Seite 170 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What needst thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Seite 354 - Love pouted, and rumpled and bent down with his forefinger the stiff short feathers on his arrow-head, but replied not. Although he frowned worse than ever, and at me, I dreaded him less and less, and scarcely looked toward him. The milder and calmer genius, the third, in proportion as I took courage to contemplate him, regarded me with more and more complacency.
Seite 480 - If happiness is immortality, (And whence enjoy it else the gods above ?) I am immortal too : my vow is heard . . Hark ! on the left . . Nay, turn not from me now, I claim my kiss.
Seite 70 - Obscured, where highest woods, impenetrable To star or sun-light, spread their umbrage broad And brown as evening ! cover me, ye pines, Ye cedars, with innumerable boughs Hide me, where I may never see them more...
Seite 480 - Even among the fondest of them all, What mortal or immortal maid is more Content with giving happiness than pain ? One day he was returning from the wood Despondently.
Seite 68 - Ceased warbling, but all night tuned her soft lays: Others on silver lakes and rivers bathed Their downy breast; the swan with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet: yet oft they quit The dank, and rising on stiff pennons, tower The mid aerial sky: others on ground...
Seite 468 - I cannot tell how long it was before a species of dream or vision came over me. Two beautiful youths appeared beside me ; each was winged ; but the wings were hanging down, and seemed ill adapted to flight. One of them, whose voice was the softest I ever heard, looking at me frequently, said to the other, " He is under my guardianship for the present ; do not awaken him with that feather.